Gemotions

The concert was deafening, the music washing over Maya. She tried to focus on the performance, but her mind kept circling around the same question: What did her friend, Daniel, *really* do? He’d been “in sales” for a big tech company for years, a job that apparently allowed him a lifestyle far beyond his supposed means.

She’d seen the lavish vacations, the expensive clothes. The details of his work were always shrouded in vague pronouncements about "industry secrets" and "non-disclosure agreements." Maya looked at him across the table, his face illuminated by the stage lights.

A wave of doubt washed over her. She leaned forward, the noise of the music fading into the background. Something wasn't right.